Page 239 of S is for SEX

“Slap it!” I bellowed.

His hand came against my ass, stinging it no differently than if I’d been hit with a paddle. As my back arched, I inhaled a sharp breath in sheer shock, and my pussy clenched in utter satisfaction.

“Again,” I squealed.

As he continued to fuck my tight pussy, the sound of his flesh slapping mine turned me on more and more with each stroke. After a few strokes, his hand came down against my ass.

Smack!

The sound of his moaning, my heavy breathing, and our skin slapping together filled the empty room.

Music to my ears.

I needed to see his face. I needed to see him enjoy fucking me.

“Turn me…over. Fuck me on…my…back,” I said between breaths.

As if he’d done it a dozen times, he twisted my body, and flipped me onto my back. As I hoisted my legs into the air and thrust my hips toward the sky, he climbed on and began to pummel my swollen mound as if he owned it. His hair was wet from sweat, and in his face, half obstructing his eyes. He looked like a man possessed, totally different than I’d ever seen him. I liked both looks, but for now, this one was my favorite.

“Oh God…yes,” I moaned.

With the backs of my knees against his shoulders and his hands fumbling with my tits, he continued to work his hips like magic. Lost in the feeling of having the man I loved inside of me, and sharing myself with him in the most intimate way I knew possible, I watched his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy.

After a short time of enjoying seeing his manhood pound me from an up close and personal perspective, I began to tingle from head to toe. No more little orgasmettes, this was the big one. As the tension built inside of me, I held my breath in anticipation and waited.

I felt as if all of the blood in my body rushed between my legs. I opened my eyes momentarily, and was met by the sight of his thick swollen shaft working against my pussy like he was in a porn movie of his own, and this was the final scene. As I closed my eyes, I exploded into an orgasmic state that cleared my mind of all thoughts.

Present, previous, and future.

As he continued to pound away, I opened my eyes to a black and white room that smelled like sex.

With my ears ringing no differently than if I’d been knocked out in a prize fight, I stared up at him mindlessly and tried my best to speak.

Nothing.

The inside of my body continued to convulse from the orgasm, leaving me half unaware of my surroundings and completely vulnerable to making stupid decisions. Carefully, as he continued to grin and pound himself into my soaking wet pussy, I opened my mouth again and attempted to make a reasonably intelligent statement.

“Roll…me…”

“Over…” I said.

As he leaned back, I pulled my tired legs from his shoulders. As soon as they were draped at his side, he reached under my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. As I rested on my elbows and lifted myself to my knees, I breathed my next request onto the comforter.

“Fuck me hard, Cade. Take your hand and shove my head into the bed. Hold it there, like you’re trying to smother me, okay?” I said over my shoulder.

“You sure?” he said, apparently not nearly as out of breath as I was.

I nodded my head. “Yes.”

I no more than spoke, and he thrust himself into me. Shocked from the sudden penetration and feeling as if I had no warning, I gasped for a breath. As the air began to fill my lungs, his hand pressed against the back of my head and forced my face deep into to the comforter. As the feeling of my warm breath surrounded my face, he pounded his swollen cock balls-deep against my throbbing pussy.

“Rain…” he groaned.

With my ass in the air, and my tits pressed into the bed, his balls swatted against my clit with each stroke. His fat cock inside of me, his hips pounding against my ass, and his balls slapping my clit were more than I was able to stand, considering my face was smashed into the bedspread as if I were being hate-fucked.

I fucking love this.

“Ohhh…” I heard him moan as he continued to pound his hips into my ass cheeks.

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